Intuition (4 page)

My brows rise in curiosity.

“A run in, as in I ran his head into the wall after I showed up at my sister’s door just in time to stop him from beating on her again and the quick bastard pulled a knife on me.”

I know who won, but can’t help looking at him with worry. The image of someone hurting a person that I care about makes my stomach revolt. “I’m sorry I didn’t- “

“It’s okay,” he places my hand over his scar. “I saved her that day. Carla can’t get hurt anymore where she is now. She’s in here now. Feel that?”

His heart beats fast against my palm overlapped by his. “This is yours, it’s always belonged to you. Feel how fast it’s beating? That’s what you do to me. I
won’t
let anyone hurt you.” He assures me.

“How is your arm healing?” I recall, sliding my other hand gently down his arm.

Sebastian turns me around without a word and holds my body close against his, my feet fitting perfectly between his. His heart pounds hard against my back.

Sebastian slowly scrubs his hands filled with vanilla musk bubbles down my arm. “I love touching you. I don’t think I can ever stop.”

“Then don’t”, I huff while watching him send a quiver sensation through me with his touch.

His lips kiss the butterfly tattoo on the back of my shoulder, one of my many pieces of body art, and follows the trail of words that read,
follow the path of no one’s but your own
. His light touch skims my skin softly as he follows each letter that makes its way up to my neck. I let out a loud sigh and tilt my head back. His breath feels cooler than the hot water running over my flesh.

“You know what that does to me.” I remind him, although he doesn’t need any reminding because he knows damn well what he does to me.

I want this moment to last forever, even if it’s just for one more night. This is our second chance.

Sebastian’s hand slides down between my breasts and rubs over my nipples, sending a signal to my vagina like a thunderbolt and makes me gasp. His teeth bite my shoulder at the sounds of my voice. I bite my lip and of course instantly want more. I reach around his neck tightly and let his hands follow the drizzle of water down my now moving torso.

“Sebastian…” My abdomen tightens and I urge for him to keep going. My pussy is trying to reach out and grip him in, wanting to climax tightly around his thick fingers.

“Destiny, am I moving too fast?” His mouth speaks hard against my wet flesh.

“Not fast enough.”

Sebastian’s smirk curves against me, then let’s his fingers slip inside of my pussy making my throat gulp.  My toes curl, signaling him to thrust harder. My strength weakens around his neck and my hands fall into his, the one that is occupied massaging my breast.

“I’ve waited too long for you to come back. Now I finally have you and I’m not letting go.”

My voice tries to respond but no sound comes out so I kiss him hard and leave words unspoken, only a moan to vibrate between our mouths in reply.

There’s just something so sexy about a man who makes you feel so wanted, so beautiful, shows you that you’re his, and shows you that you’re loved.

I don’t want him to let go. I have learned to be strong and independent but I felt weak with him. I realize now that he doesn’t make me weak, but stronger. Love isn’t weak.

He drives faster and deeper into my core while playing with my clit in a steady circular motion. I can’t take it, my concentration leaves my stiffened body and surrenders to his command. “Cum for me again, Mami.”

My hand pushes against the steamed shower wall and my breathing pants harder. His voice sends a chill through me and quickly escalates into a climbing orgasm, leaving my body feeling limp in his arms. My chest pumps harder for more air until it finally relaxes. His fingers still move inside of me before slowly slipping out.

He puts his moist fingers to the rim of his mouth for a lick. “You taste so good! I’ll have more of you again later.”

His eyes search my body from behind while drying off from our shower. I turn around, and our gazes meet as he dries the front of his chest and abs with the towel. Oh, how I wish that I was that towel!

He smiles at me, making me blush and smile back. “You’re so beautiful.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Well it’s true, so you better believe it!” Sebastian kisses my shoulder then my forehead before leaving the bathroom. “I’ll make some coffee,” he calls back.

Wearing my red, white and black fleece hooded sweater and white tie shorts I head towards the kitchen for some of that deserving coffee that smells all the way from the kitchen.

“I made yours for you.” He kisses my forehead and slides his hand down my back then across my ass. “Hmm... I like the feel of these panties. What color?”

“My favorite, red.” I smile back sweetly. “And lace ones too, my fave. I’ll be looking forward to taking them off later.” He winks.

I snicker back at him and can’t wait!

Sebastian stands across from me and leans against the counter with deep thought written all over him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You know I like you, right? I mean, I care about you, a LOT, and I really am sorry.”

“I know and you really gotta stop apologizing so much. I’m just so confused about a lot right now but I really do care about you too and I hope we can keep this, what we have now.” My eyes shyly look away.

I walk towards him and kiss his lips. “I’m not leading you on, please don’t think that.” I continue. “It’s just...my ex, Olivia’s dad. Since him, and with you leaving, I- “

“I told you, I’m not going anywhere!” Sebastian promises. “I want this to work if you do. And I mean it.”

“Well, I can definitely get used to this.” I look up at him and smile again. I can’t help but smile around him.

“What about my past? After everything I’ve done?”

“What about it? The past is behind us, I hope. We will get through this together, whatever it is. I know you won’t let anyone hurt me, or my daughter. Just promise me one thing?”

“Anything.” He says eagerly, sealing his reassurance with a kiss on my nose.

“Just don’t get too close to Olivia, not yet. If anything happens-”

“It won’t if I can help it!” Sebastian interrupts.

“
If
anything happens, I don’t want her little heart broken. Mine will be broken enough for the both of us.” My little girl’s broken heart would completely tear me apart more than anything in the world.

“I understand, I get it, and I won’t. But I can’t promise that it won’t happen on its own.” 

I’m worried, this has happened to me before. My daughter gets close, gets to know ‘mommy’s friend’ better, and then when he fucks up and leaves, her heart is shattered almost as much as mine. You can fuck with me, but don’t ever fuck with my kid! That’s one thing that I
am
sure of!

“Under all of that sexy, stubborn bad ass chick is a beautiful woman wanting to get fucked again,” he teases.

Stepping in closer towards him, we close the gap between us and I step up on my tippy toes to reach his face. I smile against his, “So, you think I’m sexy?” My lips peck his.

He shakes his head, “Yep!”

We continue our convo between nips, our lips never leaving each other’s, “And you think I’m stubborn?”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not too bad ass for you, am I?” My lips smile again against his.

His hand slides down my back and cups my ass, “Nope. Is that a challenge?”

“Well, you know what, Sebastian Medina, under all of that hard body and big guy is really a big softy.” My lips press longer.

“That isn’t the only thing that’s hard.” Sebastian takes my mug from me and places it on the counter behind him then grabs my hand into his to rubs it up and down across his stiff bulge. “And big,” I caress rougher as my lips challenge his, faster.

His tongue licks his lips and his voice grows hoarse, “Your lip gloss tastes good and I love that ass!”

“You know what else tastes good…” I tease.

His thumb follows my mouth and pulls my bottom lip open, “I’m going to fuck that wet mouth so good, these beautiful thighs of yours will even be quivering,” he vows then nibbles my bottom lip ring making me whimper.

Watching him throw his head back and exhale deeply, my toes lift me higher to suck on his neck. I suck harder and listen to his shallow groans and feel him swell in my hand. His heart beats faster.

“You fucking tease!” He picks me up and wraps my arms around his neck and fills the gap between my thighs with his rock hard cock. “I’m going to take you and fuck you so hard; you won’t be able to walk for days!”

Gasp,
his grip tightens and makes me wetter and wanting more. “I know how tight you are and I want to feel you around me now!” Sebastian demands.

“Promise? Looking forward to it!” I challenge.

A loud knock comes from my front door, “Destiny, open up!”

“Shit, it’s my dad! Get dressed!” My hands push against Sebastian, and I jump off.

“Coming, Daddy!” I call back rushing out of my hunk’s arms.

He doesn’t give me much time to wrestle with the door lock and chain before bursting it open. “Where is he?”

“Where is who?” My eyebrows rise at his eerie demand.

“Sebastian. I watched him come in here,” my brother, Dennis, barks out passing through my dad and pushing him aside as he points his gun out in front of him.

“What the fuck is it to you? Put that shit away you fucking idiot before you shoot someone!”

Daddy snarls at him, “Dennis, put it down!”

“What the hell is this all about, Daddy?” I demand.

My dad’s partner steps in through the door behind them, pushing Dennis back as if he owns my place!

“What the fuck do you want?” My arms cross and I step forward not letting him in any further.

He places his hands into his pocket and takes a deep breath before raising his head like a stuck up narcissist asshole that I know he is.  “We have an eyewitness who just called in and said they saw your boy toy at the restaurant the day you almost got kidnapped.”

“No shit, because I called him!” I try not to swear, I really do, but jerks like this make me so pissed, and I can’t always control what flies out of my mouth!

“They said he was also there last night and attempted to break into someone’s vehicle.”

“You are the biggest idiots! All of you! Is that why you’re here? Then get the fuck out and don’t let my door hit you in the face on your way!”

My dad yells, “Destiny!”

“You guys have been outside of my house the whole time, and Sebastian has been here with me,” I snap.

“Paul, step back! I’ll deal with my daughter.” Dad puts his arm out as a barrier between us then turns towards me.

It’s obvious that my dad doesn’t feel right about Paul either just by the way it shows in his face, the way he looks at him and moves so fast, never letting the creep get too close to me.

“Like Paul said, an eyewitness called in. They said a man was outside of the restaurant with a gun and a crowbar breaking into a vehicle in the parking lot and threatened the witness with a knife.”

“How do you even know it was Sebastian, especially since he was with me?”

My father looks to Sebastian. “Where did he sleep?” he interrogates, exchanging his glance back and forth between the couch and the hallway leading to my bedroom.

“Daddy!”

This is just one of the perks of being Daddy’s little girl. My mother, on the other hand, couldn’t give a damn. Half of the time she doesn’t know whose bed she’s sleeping in any way. I don’t have nearly enough fingers and toes to count the number of dirty Johns she has coming in and out of her house every week, and it seemed to get worse after my parents' glamorous divorce.
Insert sarcasm here!
Even after my dad did put quite a few of them in jail, he still loves her and wants to make it work. Love can only get you so far on a one-way street. Maybe this is why I have issues with people, can’t trust ‘em!

There was always an eerie feeling about Paul. I don’t know if it’s just the redneck meets stereotypical trailer park yogi face of his (he even wears the yogi hat!), or if it’s the eagerness to get into everyone’s business and act like a know-it-all brown noser, or all of the above! When I was a little kid, my parents said he would often take pictures of me but they never received any of them, not even one! The way he looks at me creeps me the hell out! He knows better not to touch me though because I’d break his fuckin’ fingers! I’ve already warned his ass once when I was seventeen years old, and he slapped my ass. I grabbed his arm from behind me then spun around and gave him the famous chicken wing hold and warned him to never lay a hand on me again, or I would cut his fucking balls off. He definitely took the hint, but that never stopped him from giving the occasional creepy check-me-outs.

Daddy clears his throat. “They described him in great detail, the way he looks and exactly what he’s wearing, right down to his black leather jacket, sunglasses, and his Willie cut dark blue jeans. What the hell is a Willie cut anyway?”

I huff, “That isn’t important, dad. What’s important is why the hell are you even here to bother me with some silly ass bullshit and why it takes three grown ass men to do it!”

“Well he is a big guy, and if someone says they saw him, then they saw him,” Dennis stammers.

“Shut the fuck up, Dennis, you’re not even a real cop! You’re just a security guard with no job and follow Dad everywhere because you have nothing else better to do! Get a life!” I shoot back at him.

Dennis and I were never close until we became older. Most days he is a complete idiot! But some days he can seem
normal.
Today must be one of his typical days, which usually is nothing compared to his blond moments. Despite all of this, he still gets women falling all over him because one, he wears a uniform, and two, his blue eyes are very bright and bold. Women love that shit!

“We still have to take him down to the station for questioning,” my dad orders.

“Do as your Dad says,” Paul unenviable demands. 

“Shut the fuck up, Paul! You’re an idiot and no good of a cop yourself.” What I really want to tell him is to go drop dead.

“Destiny, that’s enough!” Daddy exclaims.

Paul reaches to his side and takes out his handcuffs. “Put those fucking things away before I wrap them around your neck!” I threaten.

“I can arrest you for that, you know,” Paul tries to school me. “That's a threat!”

Sebastian finally speaks up, “It’s okay, do as your Dad says. I’ll go with him to the station. I got nothin’ to hide!” Sebastian walks out from behind me, pulling down his shirt from over his head.

Daddy calmly places his hands on Paul’s cuffs and pushes them downwards out of the way.

“What’s wrong,
Paul,
you scared?” I
tease.

Sebastian is like three times bigger than him and would kick his ass in one hit if he needed to. Paul knows not to mess around but loves to with me for some reason, always has. Ugh, I can’t stand him! Getting in my face is the last thing he wants to do!

“Sebastian, you don’t have to do this!” His calm voice grows deeper, “Yes, I do! So I can prove my innocence to your father.” He’s annoyed. We both are.

“No, you don’t! You don’t have to prove anything!
I
know that you are innocent, and that’s all that matters!” I try to convince him. 

“He doesn’t have to prove anything! No warrant, no arrest!” I shout.

“No, Destiny, it’s okay. I will be in and out and will come back here to you and
show
you that it’s alright.” Sebastian assures. He kisses me, and I return the kiss pressing hard against them, not wanting to let him go.

Sebastian hugs me before walking away with my father. He brushes his shoulder into Paul while passing him through the door, forcing Paul to fall backward.

“Don’t worry, sis, we will catch ‘em,” Dennis guarantees then runs to catch up, worrying he’ll get left behind.

Dennis knows himself that Sebastian would never hurt me, and so does my father. Something is suspicious about Paul and the way he was so eager to take Sebastian in and restrain him.

“See ya later, pretty boy,” I joke to my brother.

Paul’s eyes glance to scan my body in an attempt to check me out. I don’t take notice until his sight reaches my breasts; then I slam the door in his face. He couldn’t take his puffy, grungy eyes off of them.

I turn to walk away, but my feet send me back towards the door. My tippy toes boost me up to get a better look through the peephole. I want to make sure that Paul is gone! I'm short, but they are all tall enough that I don’t have to stand on a chair just to see them, especially Dennis and Sebastian who both stand a little over six feet tall with their large muscular bodies.

Paul’s gone, good riddance! They all left, and it’s just me alone now. I was hoping that Sebastian would still be here for some quality alone time, time that’s well needed to figure out a lot of things and to just spend time together. Hopefully, he comes back sooner than later.